Jan 12, 2014
KING CLAUDIUS POLONIUS MOTHER AND I
Oh what foul play from my uncle
Claudius, stained my mother and stole
her hand and King Hamlet's precious long life,
honor and royalty. To honor my
mother is to betray the wish of the
apparition so vivid in mind and
soul. To admit my sanity to
mother to keep the promise of the king,
kill the consul of royalty, which stain
my hands in fervor meant for uncle,
while God stand'th in my way of murder
why must't be so for I and this spirit
to seek vengeance yet slay and to confuse.;
The false king will fall to I tonight.